El Lugar Donde Los Niños Desaparecieron Historias De Terror - REDE

0:05 The witch who killed two children. One afternoon, my grandmother told us a story she lived very closely. She was always a very sociable woman. All the people of Aculco know her, for from before she tried to live with everyone. When I met Catalina, the whole picture changed. That woman was new in the village and Grandma Jacinta, seeing that she knew nothing about the place, offered her friendship, not knowing the consequences it would have, because many people knew that Catherine was a mysterious person who came to the village without a specific reason, because she was the typical physically attractive woman, but also a good person, because she always carried with her fruits, sweets or even made desserts to give to the little ones. Catherine was able to buy a house outside of Aculco, where a large leafy tree stood next to her new home. Grandma always mentioned the peculiarities of that town. However, she continued her friendship with that mysterious woman Jacinta. I was going to visit her all the time. They talked hours and hours. There was something very strange about her, because she never talked about her family, so Grandma assumed she had no one to trust. Maybe it was a bit of a pity. The rumor among the children became very great, as everyone loved to go to Catherine ' s house. They went out happy and with lots of gifts, and

1:38 the parents were not very funny. Some accepted the gifts because of the economic situation that prevented them from being able to buy any gifts from their children. One afternoon, Catherine' s house became quite a feast, for that woman had ordered a tree house to be made for all the children of the village. That was when the parents began to trust even more, as no one had cared as much about the well- being of their children as that woman. Grandma said it had been a good choice to be friends with that woman who at that time gave everything for those who needed it most. One afternoon, while my grandmother baked a pay for her friend, Catalina, a very strange feeling came to her. It was like something bad was gonna happen.

2:31 He let that feeling pass and went on with his activities. That afternoon she planned to eat with her friend. Like every Saturday, when he got home, no one came to the door. It was at that time that a little disappointed, my grandmother returned home and ate that valley she had baked. However, that night all the people went into despair, as the parents of two children, David and Carlos, were seeking the support of all those in the village to find the little ones. They had gone out to play early and it was time they didn' t come. It really was a very strange thing. It didn' t make much sense about what happened, but what was true was that the parents were desperate. My grandmother went out in search of the children something told her that they were with Catherine something strange had happened, because on returning to her friend' s house there was nothing that could verify that and for some strange reason, that woman still did not return home. That night, no one in the village could sleep because of what was happening. It was a very strange thing. The village was very small.

3:51 They all knew each other, protected each other, and it was the first time that something like that happened. The children were still missing and Catalina also what automatically linked her to David and Carlos' s mistake, while Grandma was in a refusal to have her friend do that. The villagers continued to search in every possible corner, but it was as if they had been swallowed up by the earth. There was no trace of them, but neither of that woman. It was like the parents of those children. They went to ask Grandma if she knew anything about her friend, to which she, distressed and distressed, said no. As the days passed, among all the inhabitants they decided to open Catherine' s house, because they knew they could find some clue. Upon entering the house and seeing in depth they all took a great surprise, for that woman had a room full of potions, letters, dolls and different things to cast spells. It was at that time that now they had not only blamed that woman as a kidnapper, but also as a witch. That situation seemed to be terrifying. Deep down, it was clear, as no one knew his past and, at the same time, looked like a dubious woman. People appreciated her for what she gave to children was something like an exchange between the material for affection. Some said that Catherine had

5:25 the power to read minds and that she could manipulate children to do her will. Others claimed to have seen her pick up dark ingredients in the forest during midnight, speaking words in a forgotten tongue. But the most disturbing thing of all was his appearance. A tall, thin woman with shining eyes and a peculiar smile. His black hair fell on his shoulders, entangled with branches and dry leaves, as if nature were entangled in it. Tension in the village began to grow. It wasn' t the same anymore. The children stopped playing and that illusion was lost. Things had been complicated at such a point that parents would not let their children out or around the corner. Grandma was in a state of shock over what happened. He could not believe that he had offered his help and offered support to a witch, but things were like that. One night, in the midst of despair, Grandma returned to the witch' s house in the hope of finding some answer at that time.

6:36 Upon arriving at the house, he observed the tree house because a foul smell came out of that place, something like spoiled. That was when he realized that it was one of the places that had not been checked, as he could climb the tree and the image he found that night was reflected for life in his mind. My grandmother clearly relates how when she opened that tree house the bodies of both little ones were found. But that' s not all. He had a macabre smile on his face. They also had no eyes. Most curious of all is that those poor children had just one hole in their left chest. It was as if their hearts had been snatched away.

7:23 My grandmother couldn' t believe it. It really was a terrible thing. He quickly tipped it off to the village. What Happened It was a fact that no one could believe, but unfortunately it was real. That witch had seized the soul of David and Carlos, who in life had been happy and joyful children within their families. Upon arriving at the tree house, they realized what had really happened. There were hundreds of theories and rumors about what happened. Grandma tells of the impotence she felt because, even though she tried to find some answer to what happened. There was no sign of it. Nothing was known about that witch, any family background, not even her last name, even at that time, there was even doubt that she really called herself Catherine as she was called within the village. The little ones were buried that day. There was much doubt about the disappearance, but mainly about the death of the children, as it had been a traumatic event for all those who saw their faces full of fear. That Witch never physically appeared again, but everyone knew that her shadow prevailed in the village, as from what happened, the parents cared for their children. They did not allow them to greet strangers and chose to take care of them. This legend happened when my grandmother was

8:56 young and until today I remember 100% what happened. She even claims that the Witch sometimes appears in her dreams laughing and playing with those children of the village. The grandmother, with her face marked by pain and terror, told the story with a trembling voice. As the days passed, rumors began to circulate, but the damage was already done. Grandma always ended her story with a whisper. She' s still here. Somewhere we can' t see her, but her curse is still alive. Never forget what happened and never allow your children to wander alone in the dark. That story continues to mark the new generations. Catherine' s cabin stood on the edge of the forest.

9:46 From the outside it looked like a forgotten relic. The wooden walls were covered in moss, with loose boards and broken windows. The door was old enough. The vines had taken possession of the place, climbing the walls and wrapping the structure. The garden was overrun by weeds, with crooked trees and dead branches casting shadows. Despite its abandoned appearance, it was said that the interior of the cabin told a different story. Rumors in the village spoke of a place that remained mysteriously intact, as if Catherine had never left. Those brave few who had ventured to enter spoke of furniture in perfect condition, of a fireplace with still hot ashes and candles that seemed to have been consumed recently.

10:43 The walls were decorated with dark tapestries and strange symbols, and a sense of fear permeated as if someone were watching in the distance. The village had tried to sell the cottage on multiple occasions. The ads were published and interested people were attracted by the low price and promises of a good property, but none lasted long there was always something that made them flee from childhood laments, a shadow that moved without reason or the cold feeling of being observed by someone. Where the accounts of potential buyers became more and more terrifying and the reputation of the cabin as a cursed place grew over time. The cabin became a macabre point of interest. The inhabitants kept their distance and the parents told stories of the witch to their children to keep them away from the forest. Catherine ' s cabin remained there intact and waiting for a prison of shadows and memories.

11:48 Trapped in time and in the terror he had unleashed, no one dared to cross. The Witch' s cabin remained a mystery, a place where time had stopped and where evil seemed to breathe in every corner. Despite the years, his presence was mysterious. After telling the story, Grandma remained silent. That night, Grandma lay down, closed her eyes, but the dream brought no rest. He tells us he dreamed he was back in the woods walking to the cursed cabin. The night was cold. He came to the cabin and with a shaking in his hands, pushed the door ajar. The interior was as I remembered it, intact but imbued with an evil presence.

12:37 Suddenly, a macabre laugh was heard in the dark. Grandma turned and there was cataline standing in the middle of the room. His tall, thin figure was even more sinister. Under the dim light and his eyes shone evil. It was surrounded by the children of the village, their faces frozen in those smiles, macabres, their eyes empty and fixed on the grandmother. The witch raised a hand pointing to Grandma and her laughter was heard again. Grandma tried to move, but she was paralyzed, trapped in the horror of vision. He woke up suddenly sweating and with his heart beating fast. The room was dark and silent, but the feeling of being observed did not abandon it.

13:26 Catherine' s laughter was still in her mind and the children' s vision would haunt her forever. Since that day, Grandma never spoke of the cabin or the witch again, but her nights were always filled with those dreams, the shadow of Catherine, the cursed witch kept appearing in her dreams, laughing macabrely and playing with the darkest memories. The grandmother knew that the witch had disappeared physically, but she was still in her mind because of the trauma caused by that experience that lived in the shadow of the child, I decided to enter a maquiladora. When I arrived I could see that this place looked more like a winery than a company. It was at that time that I began to feel a bit different vibe out of the ordinary. That was only a fleeting thought, for as the local workers arrived they welcomed me with much affection and patience. I quickly went to human resources, where they explained the conditions of the company, as well as the schedules. When an exception was made with respect to school hours during the week, I had to replace my hours by working weekends on the night shift. I was really surprised by that condition, because I really did not know that there was that shift. Many people

14:58 worked at night because of their personal conditions. After hearing everything, I accepted the situation in one way or another. My need was very great and I should have an income as soon as possible. I took my uniform and started working. At lunchtime. I found a chair in one of the corners of the cellar, but at that time many boys of my age approached to invite me to sit with them and eat together. Most of them were from my generation. As long as we live together. All my fear began, for Paul, who had been working there for more years, said in one of the conversations that at night a child appeared and not only that, that the sound of machines was always heard. Some even claimed that the sewing devices were on in the early hours of the morning. Many of the workers claim to feel pulls on their clothes. Or someone' s after them, but when they turn around, it' s not great to see anything anymore. I wanted to know more about that story. Our meal time was already over and we should continue our activities. My routine of the week was going on and I couldn' t cope with the uncertainty they had told me, but I was hoping that it would be weekend to be at night and to know if something in the atmosphere changed, besides that there would be more time to talk about it, because at night there was no manager or anyone to watch us.

16:30 I didn' t consider myself a scary person, but there was something in that place that made me change my mind. When the weekend came, all the boys would come together to tell horror stories. That' s when they started talking about the child' s story. Who is known to have been killed in those directions, which is why his soul was in pain. Clearly, the atmosphere became chilling. Listening to those stories with fear I began to enjoy my work and was very heavy on the subject of school. That ' s how the weeks and months went by. Even that subject had been completely forgotten, as I had not been able to witness anything unusual in the factory. I came to think it was the usual hazing to scare me off until one day I didn' t bring dinner and went out for something quick to take my hunger away. That night, I remember Paul insisting on joining me, but I refused because I knew it would not take me long to return. I left quickly on the block where the winery was located. That night I had a feeling someone was following me. It was normal, because it was a weekend and many people are out on the street because of the parties. Just before I got to the corner I stopped and felt clearly a pull on my shirt. But when I turned around, there was no one at the time. Things started to turn into fashions. Minutes later, as

18:03 I was on my way, I began to hear sad sobs almost off. It was at that time that I saw in the corner a child of a peculiar and at the same time strange appearance. I decided to approach and at that moment ask him if he had seen anyone behind me to the very distance that Burlona answered me with expression, that he was already big enough to walk alone in the street and in fear. At that time, I was responding to the child who wasn' t afraid of me. It was simply mistrust and caution in case someone wanted to rob me when I asked him what he was doing outside the house, which he only looked at me with laughter and mockery again that boy told me that he lived very close to there, but that he could not sleep and he left home for a while to clear himself, but that everyone knew him in the area was not at risk and that it was not the first time that he had laughed. After a few minutes of conversation, I asked him again if I had not seen who was following me to what the child denied with his head. I crossed the street and headed towards the post, which could only be seen a light in the middle of the darkness. Already talking to the taquero, I asked him if I knew the boy if he was from around here, but the man and a watchman were just looking at me with concern and they told me what he was talking about. It was at that moment that fear was completely invaded in my body that child who is there I said turning my eyes to the sidewalk across

19:37 the street, where the child was supposed to be still standing. Those men told me they had time, that they saw me signaling like I was talking to someone. The watchman told me that he was sitting there looking at me with confusion. Those men thought I was a man with mental problems, for they had heard me speak only for several minutes. After a great deal of confusion, the worried taquero told me to describe the child. I described that I was about eight years old, dark and skinny, to which the taquero quickly replied that it was the soul of a child who was murdered many years ago. Here in the center At that time the vigilante said that people only see it and listens to it everyone who already has very little to die.

20:30 At that time, fear invaded my whole being my blood seemed to freeze and I didn' t know how to act before what I had lived. I tried to hold on to digest what I had heard. That' s when I paid my bill and ran back to the cellar to tell the boys what had happened. I really couldn' t believe it, but they were just looking at me with concern, because when I looked in the mirror I was really pale and in shock. That child was the same one that appeared not only in the streets, but also in the maquiladora. But not only that. In my head I resounded that phrase that men had told me that everyone who sees and listens to him means that he is very short to die.

21:17 That night I wished with all my might that it would fly away, for I already wanted to see the shadows and hear any strange noise. It made me remember what happened and my colleagues were really worried about me and my face. I tried to stay calm and get on with my job. I wanted to distract myself to forget what happened. What I thought was just a local legend had become a reality for me. I knew that sorrowful soul wanted something from me, but I didn' t know if I was willing to find out what I really wanted. So he spent the rest of the week unable to exligate the dream I didn' t really know that something like that could get my life out of control. The anxiety came all the time to me the fear of dying, but also the constant feeling that that child was walking behind me. That' s when, after all the signs, I talked to the watchman. He was an elderly man, who had been the oldest person working in the company. When he told me my story, he looked at me with deep sadness and concern. He told me it wasn' t the first time anyone told him anything like that. All these years. I didn' t want to be scared any more, but those people who told him what happened to the former vigilante died months later because of strange situations.

22:48 At that moment I went into despair. I asked him what he could do about it. That' s when he started telling me the true story of that child, because years ago it is said that the child was murdered by his own parents, who fled and left his body in the house that was right next to the cellar. And years later, that house was bought and remodeled. Many of the neighbors and those who know the area claim to hear the sobs of that child seeking rest. That is why he takes the lives of the younger ones in order to find a kind soul that will take him with him to the kingdom of heaven, a situation that is impossible. But a soul like him does not understand it from that day on, I did not know what to do with what had happened that event. I had stolen my dream. Besides, I felt all the time that a shadow was chasing me. I was terrified of working the night shift. For a moment I thought of quitting, but I was not going to let that shadow torment me much less the fact of what I had been told about my death. That ' s how the months went by and the fear was fading away. One night, while I was focused on my work, I heard one of the machines in the background running like someone was occupying it. The strange thing about all this is that no one on the night shift knew how to handle those

24:19 teams. That' s when my partner Paul and I approached to see what was happening. As we got closer, we could see nothing but the trail of sweets that we sensed for a moment that someone had fallen off. Being more realistic, we both knew that it was probably the presence of that child and I tried to keep calm inside it died of fear. I knew something bad was about to happen, but I didn' t want to accept my fate. Paul looked at me with fear, for he had heard many stories that ended in misfortune and, moreover, that we thought of a solution to free the soul of that child. There were very few answers. The presence of that child became more evident. The funny thing about this is that not everyone had the power to see it. Only a few who, like me, tried to be calm, but inside they were invaded by fear. After a series of strange events, we decided to talk to the manager, who, with a mocking laugh, did not believe what we were telling him.

25:30 In the midst of our despair, he went to bless the factory to see if that soul would leave as the manager mentioned. Days later that factory was blessed and the days passed by calmly. It seemed like everything was going back to normal. One night, as I went out to smoke a cigarette, again I felt as if someone was chasing me until, finally, when I turned my gaze, I could see the shadow of a car that the child was smiling at me in a macabre way of impression, I threw away my cigarette and tried to scream or at least say a single word, but it was all in vain, as it seemed that my whole body had frozen.

26:15 As much as I was trying to do something. Screaming or running was impossible and I didn' t understand why I had entered such a shocking state of shock that my body couldn' t stand it at the time. I only remember falling to the ground and when, after much I could open my eyes, I was lying inside the factory. While my colleagues were looking at me with concern, I told them it was the boy who caused me to faint. The boys told me that when I went out looking for me, one of them saw me lying by the gate of the factory. That' s how they put me in, but as much as they tried, they couldn ' t get me to wake up. That night I was so confused I couldn' t work. I came home with a lot of questions. After what happened, I could no longer concentrate on my daily activities, such as school and work. My peace of mind was running out more and more and my acquaintances questioned me all the time. If I was okay, I always said yes, that nothing happened. But deep down, that image of that smiling child appeared in my mind or sometimes out of nowhere I heard his lament, I didn' t understand why he had chosen me to feel his presence.

27:37 After much thought, I decided to give up my job, as things were getting more and more tense. I stopped going to the factory and something changed in me. Perhaps what that soul really wanted was to get away from that place, which he could successfully accomplish some nights. I keep dreaming about that figure that haunts me and I know it' s just a dream. Something inside me is filled with fear when I imagine that child is watching me all the time. I still have contact with friends from the factory, who claim they continue to detect strange noises and appearances at night, but most of them have already gotten used to the company of that sorry soul who spends it all around the maquiladora alone and in the middle of the darkness, thinking that that nightmare was over. One night, I got a call that left me icy, because when I picked up the phone it was the same voice as that child. I remember it perfectly. That voice repeatedly uttered my name was a lament of seeking help, as if he knew deep down that I knew he had the key in his despair. I didn' t understand anything at the time. I was in a state of shock, truly, but I used things were going wrong and that child' s soul was beginning to follow me everywhere. Although he had renounced the factory at that time nothing he had

29:11 done, those sacrifices had made sense. Despair was beginning to come into my life. Things were getting complicated and there came a point where every night my phone rang at the same time. Sometimes a deep silence was heard, but in some others they were laments that took over my apartment. The dream began to leave, began to invade my fear, but mainly despair. One day after much thought, I went to the taquería with the man who had been the day of my encounter with the child. While I was talking to the taquero. After explaining that series of events, the man looked at me with concern and told me that things were getting out of hand. I knew I had to do something. That man assured me that since that night no one had seen anything unusual. It was at that moment that we both came to the conclusion that that soul had chosen me to take over my soul, mainly by going mad, to lose my sanity and do something I could regret I decided to try to face what happened and started to investigate the subject. I knew it was going to be complicated, but not impossible. I understood the sadness of that child, the decision to work in the factory. It had

30:42 been the moment of change I had had in my life. Everything was confusing until one day I decided to leave that place. I changed my residence, started a new life, and that' s where, apparently, I had gotten rid of that cursed soul, the baby from headquarters. Deep down in the night, the headquarters commanders began to mention those secrets between the buildings. Something strange happened to the soldiers marching down the halls. They knew hundreds of peculiar stories in that place, but there was a specific legend that was well known among the military and mainly in that barracks there was something that still persisted in that place, something that did not belong to this world. One night, a tearful cry was heard all over the place. He alerted mainly those who were on guard, among them I was. Those who were awake.

31:49 Walking through the halls they stopped instantly. The crying came from a dark, dusty room. Diego Ulises and Humberto, who followed the cry of a baby, approached the farthest wing of the barracks. By opening the door. In between, they came across a scene that iced their blood. In the middle of the room, on an ancient crib worn by time, was a Baby wrapped in Harapos with such dark eyes. Their cry was so strong that they did not understand why the other companions did not go to the room. The funny thing about all this is that that little boy had no tears in his eyes. In his gaze there was only an abyss of darkness. The comrades at that time looked at each other worried. The next morning, the military, still disturbed by the meeting with the mysterious Baby, gathered in the courtyard of the barracks for the list pass. Some of them shared what they had witnessed the night before. Most of their companions mocked Erns tribes for the incident, fatigue, or imagination for the darkness of the night. The funny thing is that on this occasion three of them had experienced the same event It was a strange thing, but they knew that in the midst of that madness there was a truth. In the midst of the talk, only one of the

33:19 older cadets remained silent, listening attentively to every word by the restless young soldiers. His eyes reflected concern as if he had heard that story before. After the roll call, the senior cadet discreetly approached those who had witnessed the Baby in the abandoned room. With a serious and serious voice, he ordered them to continue to a corner away from the courtyard. Once there, in the middle of the headquarters buildings, the senior cadet revealed to them the dark story he knew about that baby. According to him, years ago there was a cook at HQ she n n n s NR. In that place, her name was Helena, but fate took away her dreams and instead left her scars that tormented her night and day. Elena had been the victim of the cruelest ill- treatment. His body was marked by the hands of a man who had been his partner inside the barracks. For months he endured blows and humiliations, clinging to a better future. But that future faded away in a terrible moment when, days after having his baby, the little one lost his life.

34:32 Or at least they thought so because, among rumors, they claimed that they had taken it from him. The main suspect was his partner, a man who at that time was captain of the most important group of the Barracks all spoke of him with respect, but mainly with fear, because they knew that that man was able to do anything with him, to get what he wanted. The loss of her baby plunged Helena into a pain she couldn' t escape. The nights became a torment of nightmares, where the shadow of his lost son came at night, which meant hearing that baby' s lament.

35:15 But not only did Elena feel the baby' s presence, but also those who were more vulnerable, more prone to suffering, as many military personnel at the time also saw the baby' s ghost figure or heard her cry on silent watch nights, where it was usually three o' clock in the morning. It was there that a little anguish was present in the minds of those who dared to hear it. One day Elena took her things and left without saying goodbye, leaving in that barracks the soul of that baby who lost his life in her arms. That man, who was the father of the baby' s shadow, was slowly losing his mind while doing his guanes and tours. He was pale. Everyone was concerned about his state of health and mainly about his mental state, because on many occasions people claim to have seen him, talking alone, screaming and even crying, something truly incredible for a man like him. At first it was rumored that the cause of his change had been Helena' s departure. With the passage of time, the conclusions were that that soul of his baby had tormented him completely to such a degree as to close completely that room where the boys had seen the baby is Last night it was after several years that the cadet was locked in a psychiatric hospital, for there was no trace of that man and brave that they all knew.

36:47 On the contrary, that subject had been dragged by his past, but mainly by the baby' s shadows. At the end of the story, the senior cadet warned them that the baby was a dangerous presence, capable of sowing chaos and destruction if not faced with determination and courage. It was a story that had not only been heard from generation, but had been lived all along, the soldiers listened attentively to the words of the major cadet, feeling how the cold of fear seized them They knew they should prepare for the worst, facing the baby and the horrors that accompanied his presence. In that place.

37:31 The nights at the barracks became even darker and darker after the initial encounter with the missing baby. Despite the fact that the young soldiers no longer ventured near the abandoned room, the regrets of the child continued since the first time. Some of the young people claimed to have seen shadows in the broken windows of the barracks, while others swore to have heard the weak cry of the child on the darkest rs nights between them was clearly Ulysses and the two friends, who shared their turn. But despite the fear that took over the three young soldiers, every time night fell, they kept on trying to ignore what happened. Those boys continued their daily duties, training and preparing to face the challenges. They knew the missing baby' s presence wouldn' t disappear easily.

38:29 One night, Ulysses was on guard duty inside the military barracks. His companions, exhausted by the activities and by those sleepless nights because of the laments of the baby' s soul, had decided to retire to rest, leaving Ulysses alone as the night progressed. He patrolled only the halls of the barracks. He knew that he could not be overcome by fear, perhaps because in such places the symbol of strength is to prove that there is no fear. It was when Ulysses entered the room where he had first seen the baby. Terror reached its peak, as it was at that time that the young man stopped dry. His heart was pounding in his chest as he looked around for any sign of danger. That' s when he heard the crying again.

39:22 Now accompanied by a heartbreaking lament with slow passage, Ulysses approached the ancient cradle resting in the center of the room. Once there the baby had his dark eyes fixed on Ulysses tried to retreat from that cursed place, but his legs refused to obey him. The next day, when his companions started looking for him because he did not show up for the roll call, they found him at the same place where they had left him the night before. Looking at him, his face was pale. His eyes reflected a great horror. Ulysses had witnessed a state of shock, unable to say a coherent word. His hands trembled uncontrollably as he tried to point something in the empty corner of the room. At that time, those young people did not know how to react.

40:16 Clearly, the military is trained to deal with any kind of problem. However, paranormal things made them enter a state of shock in which it was difficult to get out. Ulysses was immediately taken to a psychiatrist. His companions were concerned about his state of mind. The doctor received him in a room with clear walls, seeking to create a relaxing atmosphere. Despite this, Ulysses could not remove the image of the baby with dark eyes from his mind. Every time I closed my eyes I felt that penetrating look that had paralyzed him the night before. The psychiatrist listened carefully, while Ulis, then still in shock, tried to explain what he had seen. His words were inconsistent at first, but gradually with effort he managed to describe the baby' s presence.

41:12 He claimed it wasn' t a dream or a hallucination. Throughout several sessions, Ulysses continued to repeat the same story about the ghost baby in such detail that he seemed to relive every second of that experience. The psychiatrist could not ignore the impact this had on the young man' s mind. He decided to investigate more about the history of the place where Ulysses had had the meeting, discovering what decades ago had been rumors about the appearance of a spirit. Meanwhile, Ulysses began showing signs of superficial improvement, but inside the baby ' s image never disappeared. His nights were a constant return to the room where he found him, waking up frequently with the feeling of those dark eyes, looking at him despite all the efforts of the psychiatrist and his companions Ulises never again being himself. The experience had marked him deeply. The cadets, concerned about Ulysses' mental health and fearing that others might suffer the same fate, made a drastic decision. They decided to close again the room where the cradle appeared and that ghost baby with chains and locks. They sealed the door, hoping that with this they could avoid future encounters and preserve the well- being of the young military. Despite their efforts, the lamentations did not cease

42:43 completely. From time to time, on the quietest nights you could hear in that closed room, some cadets claimed to have heard a baby cry, a sound that quickly faded away leaving them with a feeling of discomfort. Rumors about the cursed room spread quickly among the cadets. Even though the door was firmly closed, no one could avoid feeling a chill as they passed near it. The stories about the ghost baby were told quietly, each adding a more macabre detail than the previous one. Eventually, some braver cadets decided to investigate on their own. Every attempt to open the sealed door ended in failure. Those who dared to get too close claimed to feel a cold and heavy presence, a pressure on their chest that made it difficult for them to breathe every night.

43:45 Fear was present in the cadets. They knew something dark lived in that room, but no one was willing to face it directly. Some began to avoid the corridor where the room was closed, while others, more superstitious, left small protective amulets near the door, waiting for them to ward off the evil that seemed to dwell there. Over the months, life in the place continued, but the presence of the cursed room and sounds never ceased to be a shadow over the garden cadets. It was a cloudy day in the little kindergarten I was attending. When it happened, I still remember, we were all playing in the yard, running and sliding down the slide, but that day something was wrong. I remember seeing her at first I didn' t understand what was happening. My fatima classmate was sliding down the slide with a smile on her face, but then, in a blink, everything changed.

45:00 His body, he tightened and his face turned into a mask of terror. Something invisible caught her in the middle of the slide and in an instant it all ended. His body. He was still at the foot of the slide, his eyes open and lifeless. The cry that came from us was heartbreaking. The masters ran toward her something dark had happened, something that could not be explained by zoological word. That' s when the apparitions started. The days that followed were filled with fear. The teachers tried to calm our fears by assuring us that everything was fine, but we knew the truth. After several weeks we saw our partner, the girl who had died wandering around the playground. It appeared and disappeared. It wasn' t just a passing vision.

45:57 We saw her clearly every detail of her pale face and dress floating in that dress she wore on the day she died. At first we tried to ignore her by convincing ourselves that it was just our imagination. But soon things began to get worse. The toys moved on their own and sinister laughter was heard in the hallways. The slide, the place where everything had started, became a point of terror. No child wanted to approach her, but we felt her presence there, a dark energy was as if the kindergarten had been cursed, caught in a cycle of fear and despair. The death of our companion had unleashed something, something that could not be stopped or understood. And so, day after day, we lived in a constant state of terror, knowing that she was there, watching us waiting for weeks. Fear in kindergarten did not diminish. On the contrary, it intensified. With every appearance and every inexplicable event. The teachers, desperate to find a solution, called for an emergency meeting with the parents. The parents sitting in rows of folding chairs were very concerned. They knew something was very wrong, but the gravity of the situation was not evident. Until the teachers began to speak, they explained

47:30 what had been happening since the tragic death in the Sliding. They related the strange visions, the toys that moved on their own and the presence felt in every corner of the garden. At that time, fear swept through the room. But then, one by one, the parents started talking. His accounts were surprisingly similar. His children had been seeing the same girl. They described how their little ones were returning home to b Abs talking about a companion who played with them in the yard, a girl who always seemed sad and lonely. A mother told how her daughter had woken up one night screaming that the girl from the slide was in her room. Another father described how his son refused to go to the kindergarten, saying that the girl watched them from the shadows, a girl in golden curls and a white dress. The teachers promised to do everything they could to protect us and find a solution. They decided to close the slide, surrounded it with yellow ribbons and warning signs, hoping that it would calm the restless spirit. But the child' s presence did not disappear. It continued to be seen everywhere. The situation just got worse.

48:51 We lived in a constant state of terror. Terrified parents didn' t want to take their children out of the garden, fearing the damned woman would follow him home. The teachers, equally frightened, were desperately looking for someone who could help them. The news of the strange events in the kindergarten quickly spread throughout the small town and it was not long before the mother of the deceased girl found out. She had been in great pain for months, trying to find a way to continue her life after the sudden loss of her daughter. When he heard rumors about the apparitions and unexplained events, his heart was filled with fear, but at the same time with confusion, he decided to attend the next parenting meeting. Upon entering the room, the murmur of voices stopped. All parents looked at her, aware of the immense pain she was enduring. She sat in silence, waiting her turn to speak, when she finally rose the room was left in silence. It was from one moment to the next that the woman began to talk about her daughter. He described the little one with a tenderness that broke the hearts of all present. He spoke of her joy, her laughter and how unfair it had been to lose her so suddenly. Then he began to relate the strange events that had been happening in his own home. This woman was honest with all the parents, for

50:23 she said that since her daughter had died, her presence in her house had been constant. At first, he thought that everything was the product of his imagination, that his mind played a bad game because of the pain. But then things became clearer and more disturbing. The woman claimed to have seen shadows moving down the halls, listening to screams, but mostly laments. At the end of that woman’ s words, parents and teachers looked at each other with expressions of wonder and fear. La la la. La. The mother continued to say that she had tried to convince herself that everything had been the product of her imagination. I knew your daughter was trapped in that world and it wasn' t children' s imagination. I knew that little girl' s soul appeared. The murmurs grew again as the mother sat her testimony.

51:21 He added a new layer of horror to the already creepy situation. If the mother was also experiencing these phenomena, it meant that the girl' s spirit was not discarded from the kindergarten was present both in her home and in the place where a lost soul died. Seeking rest, the kindergarten teachers and staff decided that it was time to take more drastic measures. They would look for a medium, someone who could communicate with the girl' s spirit and, hopefully, help her find peace. The following days were full of preparations. The parents and teachers worked together, investigating and looking for the right person who could release the girl. Finally they found an older woman known in the village for her ability to communicate with the hereafter agreed to help them. On the day of the session of spiritism, the kindergarten was enveloped in silence. The medium placed candles and personal belongings of the deceased girl in the middle of the classroom where she used to play. Some parents who attended and teachers formed a circle of hands. As the woman began to summon the little one the air in the room became cold and the candles blinked. Then the medium spoke with a voice that was not entirely his, a voice full of sadness and despair.

52:52 Parents and teachers clung to each other praying silently with tears in their eyes. The child' s mother gave a stick forward and spoke in a very subtle tone, but everyone knew something bad was about to happen. The session. He had brought an apparent calm to the kindergarten, but the shadow never completely faded. Life in the garden continued, but always with a sense of fear from us, who were very afraid to stay alone somewhere far away. On the last day of school, as was tradition, a group photo shoot was organized for us in the playground. The teachers tried to create a cheerful atmosphere. Once again, the slippery, now abandoned, remained in that place.

53:43 The photograph was taken and at that time everything seemed normal. When the photos were revealed, the horror broke out again. In the group image. Among the smiling faces of the children was clearly the pale and sad face of the deceased girl. His eyes full of indescribable suffering, looked directly at the House. The impact was immediate and devastating. The parents, seeing the photograph, felt a great terror. The teachers tried to find logical explanations, but there was none that could justify the appearance of the girl in the photo. The feeling that the curse had not been broken, but simply contained, took hold of all. In time, the kindergarten closed its doors. The dark events that had marked that place were too deep to be ignored. The parents searched for other places for their children and the playground was abandoned. A past that everyone wanted to forget, but that no one could really leave behind.

54:52 Now, many years later, I am an adult and I still keep that photograph. I keep it in a drawer every time I look at it, I feel transported back to that kindergarten to the fear and confusion of those days. The image of the deceased child has always been present in my life. Sometimes at night. I think I hear his laments in the middle of the darkness. I cannot help but wonder if his spirit continues to seek comfort, if it is still trapped between two worlds, unable to find the way to light. The nights were the hardest. It was during one of those sleepless nights that I decided I had to face those memories once and for all.

55:38 Gathering my former companions was not an easy task. Some had left the village and others preferred to forget that dark chapter of our lives. As I shared the photograph and talked about my concerns, I managed to convince some of them to join me. On a last visit to the abandoned kindergarten, we find ourselves in a village café, a place full of nostalgic memories. We were a small group, barely five of us, but we all carried the same weight of those days. As we shared our stories, I realized that each of us had been somehow marked by garden events. The shadow of the girl had not only surrounded the playground, but also our lives. We decided to go to the garden at dusk we walked silently, each lost in his thoughts and memories. The building now crumbling and covered in weeds. On the other hand, the slide was already rusty and crooked. We stopped in front of the entrance, doubting for a moment the silence was overwhelming with a deep breath.

56:50 I pushed the door and we walked in. The interior was dark and dusty. At that time we headed to the classroom, where we used to spend our hours. Now an abandoned space, we lit flashlights, we sat in a circle, just as they had done during the séance of spiritism years ago. I began to speak by calling the girl' s spirit, hoping that somehow we could help her find peace. The air suddenly became cold and the flashlights blinked a presence made a dark energy feel. I felt an icy hand over mine and I knew she was there. One of my trembling companions took the photograph and placed it in the center of the circle. We tried to talk to her, offer her comfort, but the presence became more intense, more desperate. Then one of my colleagues suggested that we look on the slide, the place where everything had started. We approach the rusty structure with trembling hands as they eat mons to dig around the base. It was then that we found something that none of us expected, a small object wrapped in cloth, buried in the earth. When we dug it up, we discovered it was an old amulet. Suddenly, the air became even more icy.

58:16 And at that moment he appeared in front of us. It held the amulet and minutes later we headed to a small cemetery nearby, a quiet place full of flowers. We dug a small hole and placed the amulet inside, covering it with dirt. I said a brief prayer, asking his spirit to find the peace he so needed. After what happened, we decided not to talk about the subject anymore, as the kindergarten remained abandoned, the photograph remains guarded, remains a symbol of fear and anguish. We had done everything we could to free the girl' s soul, hoping that the act of burying the amulet would allow her to find the peace she so much needed. Deep down, uncertainty persisted. We never really knew whether that spirit had found eternal rest or whether it continued to wander between two worlds. The kindergarten, once filled with laughter and games, remained silently abandoned to the tragic events that had occurred.

59:24 None of us went back to that place. After that night we decided that the best thing for our own lives and mental healing was to get away from that story and the memory of the child. In time, our paths separated. Some of us moved to other cities looking to start again away. Others simply avoided talking about it by preferring to leave it. In the past. Life continued and the shadows of those days sometimes returned We learned to live with them without allowing them to dominate us. I realized that some questions would never find an answer and that the real challenge was to learn to live with that. The pool girl, my cousins and I decided to go to a spa to camp the heat was so strong that we wanted to distract ourselves for a while to clear ourselves of our responsibilities. We all packed up the essentials to spend the weekend and made an appointment to go to the place. When they arrived at those landscapes they seemed impressive, but there was something very rare.

1:00:45 Actually, we all started to feel a bit heavy vibe, but we let go of what happened and we continued with our fun when we talked to the watchman to keep our belongings. That older man assured us that we should be careful at night, for there were certain things that might frighten us, but first of all we kept calm for what would happen. We tried to ask him more deeply or get some important information about why from his words, but the man no longer mentioned anything about it. While it was dark, we began to enjoy the evening. It was until my cousin Yasmin went to the bathroom and screamed very loudly. We quickly ran to find out what was happening. It was there that his eyes became full of fear and quickly he could see the state of shock in which he was in. It was really a matter of great concern because of what was happening, we tried to ask him what had happened. She simply remained silent about what happened. After several hours, he finally released a few words where he claimed to have seen the shadow of a child crying in the hallways of the bathroom. That little girl was of low stature, with a lilac dress and long hair. His image was so real that he doubted it was his imagination. It was a girl ' s soul. That was clear. At night, none of us could

1:02:17 sleep, even though we all thought that soul could become present at any time. The next day, my cousin jazz wanted to leave I could no longer stand one more night in that place, because of what was happening quickly I went in search of the doorman, who had to have an answer about what my cousin had seen that night. The man listened to me and at the end of the story, the man told me that it was the soul of a girl, who was around the place. It was over a thousand nine hundred and seventy when that man began to work in the place was very young.

1:03:01 Back then, the place was private property. It belonged to a wealthy and powerful family, who had a daughter. Three years later, that little girl by the name of Elisa drowned while swimming in the pool and the parents tried to do everything they could. Everything was impossible because that pool was two meters deep and the little one was just a little girl who by an oversight lost her life in a surprising way. Those parents never recovered from the tragedy. They decided to sell the place after a few years. That' s when the current owner saw it more as a tourist spot. But from there the ghost of the girl who had died in the pool was still in all those who went to the place. For the watchman it was quite normal to feel the child' s presence and even to hear it, for he had known in life and in a certain way knew all the suffering that carried that soul, but he knew that those tourists were quite terrified if she was present mainly at night. That was one of the issues by which that place, despite being surprising. It was never full of people, for that was when we realized that those legends were true and there was a shadow of a girl hidden between the walls of the place. After analyzing things, we decided to

1:04:32 continue our journey. Now I had a different twist to know even more about that little girl wandering in the hallways. When the night arrived we were aware of the presence of that soul, who quickly became present, but with his laments. At that time we knew that something bad would happen if we continued to provoke that soul. That' s how after packing we decided to leave that place. Every night I dreamt of the same scene that girl crying at all times, perhaps sometimes by the pool some others in the bathrooms and in different parts of the place. I knew he was trying to communicate something to me, but I couldn' t do anything about it, for that soul had been lost for too many years. His fate was that. All I wanted was to stop thinking about it. Stories written and adapted by Andrea Lezama